Wonderings (and wanderings) from a windy isle and what I knit along the way.
Four years ago when Charlie first tumbled into my life, I wrote many times about his antics as a puppy. He wasn’t bad, just mischievous and full of it as puppies are. (I still get the shivers when I think I about obedience class. Just this month I was talking to someone who remembered his “stellar”…
Read MoreA week or so ago I started letting Charlie out without tying him, just for short periods to get him used to be off line but staying in the yard. I took this sweet photo of him late this afternoon: Doesn’t he look innocent just sitting watching the world go by? Then, I realized what…
Read MoreA year ago I brought home a little black fuzz ball. Almost immediately I realized he was going to be different than my last lazy-since-he-was-a-puppy dog. There were destroyed shoes:
Read MoreObedience classes are held at our local rink now that the ice is out. It’s a great spot with lots of room for the dogs to spread out. At last week’s class Charlie eagerly jumped out of the back of the car as soon as I opened the door. I didn’t manage to grab…
Read MoreCharlie loves to be outside so I have a long line where he can run without me worrying he’ll wander off. Most of the time he’s content to destroy play with toys or sticks or exploring around. However, I do seem to be summoned on a somewhat regular basis to free him from the tree…
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Windy Wonderings 